IN TIME to arrive in time with some of what you've packed on your shoulders some arriving later to have been crawling and flying with minimal sleep the whole way which led to some wrong turns down interesting side roads where you could picture yourself settled for no matter how many years still a stranger to your neighbors-- until one night very late when it's so quiet the only sound you hear is the wind that relentless insomniac you load your car and remove yourself to the next county over the unrepaired bridge and keep going till at another wide water you take a ferry and then abandoning your vehicle go on by bus train jet-- you have returned to the initial route planned and there it is! the familiar country with its cemeteries and houses designed not to last forever but to be carried off the way a calendar loses pages there you are you can tell them what it's like to load less on your shoulders each day and how to arrive in time despite all and then take a place at the table with good appetite
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